FIRE BABY
from a furnace of fire
my body jettisoned
white hot spume
pranking cinders
kinder kind.
Love turned up in sweat and toil
from flaming suction
in pools of glittering gold
Fire baby born of desire
since then the trail grows cold.
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Ooo red hot!
I think I know exactly where this is coming from, ahem, if you'll pardon the pun ;)
pranking cinders
kinder kind
This is a pretty spectacular poem Mr Pool. 'flaming suction' - well I never! ;)
I'm very pleased you like this Stu. Where do ideas come from? A mystery. But what isn't a mystery is that it is my birthday today - a birthday fire baby!
cheers Ray
great stuff ray. brief, mysterious and red hot. one of your finest.
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raypool
Wed 10th Feb 2016 17:12
Thanks Laura. What was I thinking of!
I'm put in mind of an old rhyme:
The angle of dangle equals
the heat of the meat
providing the urge is constant.
! Ray